Under Sigil Cartel

[*Mr_Otyugh]

The Guide is allowed to introduce the location for the Measure whom then assigns the members of Harmonium to go search different locations. They take up as much documentation as it seems relevant to case, even if it seems like very small fractions of information are granted, for closer study in the office later on.

Three Hardheads is sent to Raven's appartment, another three is sent to office of Rhethys Crimson and initially knock the door, if there is reply, the Harmonium goes "We're searching the area, open the door."

if no reply; they are briefly checked with sense magic to find any magical wardings, then the Cartel is asked "Do you have additional keys for these?", if there are wardings they're gathering dispelling magic to remove their functioning.
1) "Yes"; "Bring it to us"
2) "No"; "Alright, bust the door boys." and the Harmonium would force the door open, because lock picking takes ze skillz.
3) Other; Check #2

[*Tomekk]

Raven's "apartment" consisted of a simple room with a plain couch, an empty armor stand, a desk and a chair next to it. The only thing they'd find are rather useless paperwork concerning the mercenary guard's payments...

If they'd check the papers, they'd also be able to figure out that the room hasn't been used in quite a while.

[*Mr_Otyugh]

Raven's "apartment" consisted of a simple room with a plain couch, an empty armor stand, a desk and a chair next to it. The only thing they'd find are rather useless paperwork concerning the mercenary guard's payments...

If they'd check the papers, they'd also be able to figure out that the room hasn't been used in quite a while.

The paperwork like most other is confiscated again for further study. Room is ransacked to check through the couch under pillows and felt through the pillows innards for any possible content within, desk is checked through for again possible secret stashes, if nothing is found the room is quickly left as it is and investigation moves on.

[*Cotillion]

Those Hardheads making their way to the Residence of Miss Crimson would find the titular sorceress absent, instead an Erinyes introducing herself as Dhalla answering the door. According to her, the Mistress of the Residence has been away for some weeks, and the baatezu claims to not know where.

After presenting the proper (or at least somewhat realistic) credentials, the officers would be allowed to look to their hearts' content, although this could be difficult when members of Rhethys' demonic and infernal menagerie stand at their shoulders at every turn, ostensibly to ensure nothing winds up in the wrong pocket.

In their tour, they'd find evidence of blasphemous rites of summoning and binding, a sizable selection of spellbooks and other tomes related to conjuration and abjuration, and even an odd underground room that, depending on use, could either be a private retreat or a place of imprisonment. Cruel implements that leave no doubt as to the demonologist's nature are also found aplenty, although this should shock nobody from a demonologist.

What is conspicuously absent is any paperwork having to do with the Cartel's finances, any sign where the Mistress of the Residence has gone, or any thought of when she might return, aside from what looks to be a newly painted mural upon one wall: ships docked along the piers of a rough-looking city, in the midst of which rises a massive tower (any with ties to the Sword Coast of Faerun would recognize the city of Luskan).

[*Mr_Otyugh]

The there Hardheads enter Rhethys Crimsons premises, the fiends are instructed to step aside and wait there during the search. Any documentation is skimmed through briefly for any seemingly relevant information. One of the notaries pens down a report on the spot about the site, due to questionable and disturbing nature of the objects within the place. The evidences of summoning and binding rituals are confiscated.

Afterwards a mage is requested to overlook through the place with true seeing, and the erinyes as well to ensure that she's indeed a fiend and not someone trying to hide behind illusion or shapechange, as this likely is a genuine fiend the investigation ends, although the fiend is still asked "Whom is the last person to have seen Rhethys Crimson?"

[*Cotillion]

The demonic menagerie would more or less ignore the order to stay back, although not in any way interfering with the armored intruders, invisible quasits skimming the ceiling and taking note of every last jar of diamond dust and vial of inks taken, only to have their leader presented by Dhalla with a list of all things supposedly "confiscated" and insisting upon having it signed. All in all, the Erinyes seems to be the least put-out over their presence, possibly enjoying the companionship of other lawful beings for a change.

The true seeing would reveal everything to be as seen, aside from a magically concealed cupboard in the middle of the muraled wall. Within, judging by patterns of dust, once sat several books and scrolls, but now only a small model of a corsair ship in a bottle, obviously made by hand, lies within.

Dhall gives a faint roll of her eyes at the final question, responding in an almost-playful voice as she absent-mindedly smooths her robe. "You seriously think Herself confides all of her comings and goings in us, especially when half the time she doesn't know before she winds up someplace? She'll either turn up when she turns up, or something will show up telling us to pack up and follow. You'd have better luck asking D'Kridis at this point, statue or no statue."

[*Tomekk]

The paperwork like most other is confiscated again for further study. Room is ransacked to check through the couch under pillows and felt through the pillows innards for any possible content within, desk is checked through for again possible secret stashes, if nothing is found the room is quickly left  as it is and investigation moves on.

One of the men searching through the room soon reports hearing a strange, whispering fiendish voice, beckoning him to release something "from it's prison".

Upon further investigation, they would have found a hidden compartment within the floor with what appeared to be a blade wrapped up in dark silk... which, curiously, let out a fiendish chuckle as soon as it was found. If one the searching men or women were foolish enough to try and unravel it barehanded, they'd quickly be afflicted by an unnatural sense of dread and break down mentally unless helped by protective magics.

[*Mr_Otyugh]

To the fiends within Rhethys Crimsons apartment/office/twisted space:

"Arrite, nothin' else 'ere, thank ye for yer co-operation." The three Hardheads leaves their premises, unlike most others, the fiends do not get a pat-down search from the Harmonium.. probably because usually they aren't the most known to wear clothes. [/li]

At Ravens apartment/office:

[b]"Huh? Whazzit?"[/b] questions one of the Hardheads [i]"I don't know, some kind of.. huh.."[/i] and reaches towards the blade only to get slapped by the first Hardhead [b]"Don't touch it you dumwit! You don't know what it does. I'll go get us some blood to check it out."[/b] the second Hardhead nodded, but as the first one left he still seemed intent to touch it [i]"Don't touch it.. pfft.. what's the wo-"[/i] he touched it and his expression turned to a grimace, heart started to race and he started to scream abruptly. The first Hardhead rushed in, seeing the second one touching the weapon with fingertips in state of panic and kick him off balance quick, to ensure that he no longer touches the blade [b]"Spellslingers in here right now!"[/b] and the screaming brought result, two different types of spellcasters entered, situation was quickly resolved, the blade got closer look, but it was determined that it is case irrelevant and left to its place. Ravens apartment is soon emptied of the Hardheads. [/li]

The Cartel Territory in General:

As the Hardheads start to gather back from their several searching locations with the couple different evidence bags and boxes, they wait a while longer until they're all done and then the measure with the warrant speaks out [i]"Alright, the final stage of the search is to check through all the individuals with pat down search. Those that are patted are free to go back to their business, those that aren't make four lines and the Harmonium will check through you in a brief moment."[/i] they pat down mostly to check for objects in pockets and paper-y sounds for anything case relevant, anything else is handed back. It is ensured that people whom are done don't approach rest of those still in line. After search is done (any incidents will be replied in subsequent posts) the Measure informs. [i]"The search is over, thank you for your co-operation."[/i] a pile of complaint forms is left to the Cartel space while the Harmonium moves out with the evidences and oracle, making sure they are mostly kept in center while Hardheads with free hands are around them. [/li]

[*Azulfae]

With the massive harmonium presence in Undersigil almost all orcs in the area slowly disperse and gather into their smaller family groups packing up their belongings and filtering off into the infinite network of undersigil tunnels.

The Warchief keeps a very small contingent of "drinking buddies" handy and hangs around the scene with them glugging on their beer and being a nuisance but not quite interfering enough to be a problem.

"Youz find any of Kreez panties yet?

Hey youz guys seen mine Guulra in der?

Anyone gotz a fookin smoke?

When youz done is I can take a poke around?

I herd dat Raven gotz a pervert den dat her ties up manz and sit on himz face dressin leather strapz and shyte and all dat.

Anyone gotz a fookin smoke?"

etc etc.

[*kitteninablender]

Always being one to join a good party, Rith Fiddir would walk into Undersigil, stealthily approaching the camp of Orcs. Seeing the party, and speaking fluent Orcish, Rith would shapeshift into an Orc and join the party, introducing himself as "Dum'Fuk the Flatulent." He would indeed have a box of "special" cigars that he always carries with him.